“I’m gonna growl at them dogs, first, but yeah. Unless you need help, ma’am?”
“No, honey. I can cook breakfast. Y’all go.”
Silence fell, all but for the sizzle of bacon and sausage and all, and Bax let out his breath. “Come on, Mini. Let’s hit the head, huh?”
Jason’s lips were set tight, one hand on his arm. “Okay.”
He took Jason to the bathroom in the back, far away from everyone. “You want a shower?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I gotta get out of here, Bax. We gotta.”
“We are. AJ’s ready to take us back. I just know Momma will balk, so we need time to figure.” He helped Jason get naked before he started the water going. Lord, he was all flustered and his mouth was still watering.
Jason stepped into the water, the steam starting up, all those lean muscles getting wet and slick. Goddamn. Swallowing hard, Bax sat on the toilet, staring at his hands. He just wasn’t sure if Jason wanted him in there.
“Can you…with the cast?”
“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Let me get a baggie.” Momma had taken to leaving him trash bags all over, bless her. Bax grabbed one and pulled off his cut-offs and shirt, wasting no time sliding right in there.
Jason grabbed hold of him, dragged him close. “Bax.”
“I got you.” God, when had he become the only solid thing in Jason’s world? At any other time, Bax would have reveled in it. Now it just made him want to put Jason right again.
“No. I got you.” Jason squeezed a little, proving his words.
“You do.” That had him grinning, relaxing. Damn. “Hey, Mini. You feel good.”
“I ain’t feeling too bad at all.” Jason settled him against that flat belly. “So what’re we tellin’ Momma?”
“I think we’re gonna tell her that you need to just have a little time, and that AJ has that little guest house that we can rearrange without bothering nothin’.” That would be a good start.
“That works. I just gotta get out for a while, even if I can’t ride a bull.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to work on it. AJ’s got the machine, all that training space, a weight room.” He stroked Jason’s shoulders, letting the water smooth the way.
“Shit, I’m feeling like a new baby in some ways. I can’t even figure out how to shave.” Jason gave him a half-grin. “Course some shit I’m figuring out okay, huh?”
“You do real good by touch.” In fact, Jason was doing pretty good at touch right then, hands slipping below the belt.
“Yeah. I have some incentive, huh?” Jason relaxed back, fingers weighing his balls, rolling them some.
His legs spread like a buckle bunny’s in the back of a pick-up. “I… Oh. I guess so.”
“You just guess?” Lord, something wicked’d gotten into Mini. Something wicked and fine.
“I think definitely.” Bax went up on tiptoe on his good foot when Jason’s fingers brushed the skin behind his balls, his whole body burning with the shock.
“That a good sound, Bax?” Jason touched him again, then one more time, that feeling liked to drive him wild.
His hands clenched on Jason’s shoulders, his whole body rocking against that touch. “Jesus, Mini. Ain’t… That… Christ.”
“Uh-huh.” Jason slipped down, mouth on his belly, free hand bracing him. “I got you.”
“You do. Body and soul.” Shit who knew he’d wax poetic when Jason touched him there.
“Mmmhmm.” Those lips found his cock, wrapped around his dick and just gave it up for him. All the while, those Goddamn fingers kept tapping and stroking, scratching a little.
Squirming, Bax leaned as best he could on the shower wall, reaching up to grab the shower head, knowing it would give him better leverage to thrust. “Jason. Jesus.”
